Daily writing prompt
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
Far too young to remember its conception
Where it came from
Gift or hand-me-down
At the back of the closet it rests
Quietly, patiently
Occasionally observed
Pressed
A gentle red pulsing
A reminder of a promise
For if I still beat
Life goes on
A silly little thing
A childhood wish can be
The hope I implanted
In that plastic heart necklace
-K.M.
Authors note:
I cannot remember how or when I got this necklace. But I have never been able to let it go. It has moved thousands of miles and states away from its original home.
When I get the itch to dig through old sentimental items, I pull this little heart out and after twenty some odd years, it still lights up.
Leaving me with a smile, a reminder of childhood, of sweet little naive hopes.
The Grimoire Vault 
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